A scary word to (some) women. I often ask myself the same question and honestly there
are times I could feel confetti of panic raining over me at the thought of
being single - forever.
My
friend Cindy doesn’t fancy single. She fears single so much that she’d rather settle with a 2nd best.
Cindy is a 'catch' and she can do way better than podgy. With nothing
better in sight and a big dash of impatient, so she went along with podgy. The
minute things ended with Mr Podgy, she can’t wait to hop onto another. There is
no room for single in her closet.
I
on the other hand enjoy being single – most of the time. I mean… there are
loads of single-behaviour to be enjoyed like sleeping in till noon, having the
bed all to myself, not having to shave my legs until there is a need for
it. Ok let’s stop there on my
single-behaviour. Far too much info… I don’t hate single nor I fancy it. I have taught myself to dine alone, sitting
alone at the bar and I can’t remember how many times my date at the movies were
everyone else there. I can’t smuggle a 12pieces of chicken nuggets into the
cinema when I’m on a proper movie date. He’d freak out and I will be the crazy chicken nugget chic.
And
then there is the lovely Alicia. She is looking for her ‘one’ – no matter what. She is beyond positive that he is out there. She
is one gal who is never keen on a fling, 1-night-stand, friend with benefit or
anything mimicking temporary casual arrangement. Though she toyed with the idea
for a bit and snapped her fingers and made them go away. I love her
determination and in the meantime, she does what she does best – have fun with single. Cruising guys out in the town
with funny Alicia is always doubly fun.
I
wonder what ever happens to all the unmarried women.
Where
are they?
Are
they content?
Do
they still have hope that one-day Prince Charming will RSVP?
How
many back-up plans?